Qué pendejo eres juanito....

Veo con felicidad que no soy el único que padezco pendejo del mismo mal que Juanito...

Me cansé de...

Vivo en un trance... un túnel que asemeja una montaña rusa, una canica en una caja de zapatos...

Me gustaría borrar todo, reescribirlo desde 0, olvidar que existen reglas y que existe el pasado... dejar de pensar un poco abstraerme de la realidad y dejar de escribir solo paja, paja que cubre lo que en realidad siento y lo que ésta puta fascista doblemoral que tengo por superyo me impide gritar

Los dedos se agolpan en el teclado y escribo y no escribo nada, sin embargo, la necesidad está presente, quiero gritarlo, quiero decirlo, expresarle al mundo que me caga como es, que estoy hasta la madre de las injusticias que permite, pero qué diablos, el mundo no tiene la culpa de sus pobladores...

Hace unos minutos salí de la oficina, quería fumar un cigarro y diluirme, dejar a un lado el manojo de emociones que gritan en el pecho, callar los demonios que hoy especialmente tienen fiesta en mi cabeza... olvidarlo todo...

Y te veo y te encuentro tirada en el piso, siendo que te había visto llena de vida en la mañana cuando llegaba a la oficina... pensaba que estabas contenta disfrutando del sol y del aire matutino. Nada más alejado de la realidad, en realidad agonizabas... Y ahora te encuentro muerta, bella pero muerta...

Chingada madre, no sé que qué escribo, estoy jodido... necesito sueño... necesito dejar todo necesito reconciliarme conmigo mismo...

No me siento nada bien, por qué hoy, por qué la semana pasada... porqué los
últimos meses??...

Hoy estoy harto y llegaste a confirmarme que hoy no debí levantarme... no debí despertarme

Bien, parece que ésto es lo que llaman madurar...

It's alright
to tell me
what you think
about me
I won't try
to argue
or hold it
against you
I know that
you're leaving
you must have
your reasons
The season
is calling
your pictures
are falling down

The steps that
I retrace
the sad look
on your face
The timing
and structure
did you hear
he fucked her?
A day late
a buck short
I'm writing
the report
On losing
and failing
when I move
I'm flailing now

And it's happened once again
I'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands
Sees through the master plan

But everybody's gone
And I've been here for too long
To face this on my own
Well I guess this is growing up

Well I guess this is growing up

And maybe
I'll see you
at a movie
sneak preview
You'll show up
and walk by
on the arm
of that guy
And I'll smile
and you'll wave
we'll pretend
it's okay
The charade
it won't last
when he's gone
I won't come back

And it'll happen once again
You'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands
And sees through the master plan

But everybody's gone
And you've been there for too long
To face this on your own
Well I guess this is growing up

Well, I guess this is growing up [4x]
Well, I guess this is growing up

In the End

La duda está en saber si FINALMENTE ya lo tienes. Lo que me queda perfectamente claro es que definitivamente no quiero estar presente al final si es que regresas...

All brawn and no brains
And all those nice things
You FINALLY got what you want
Someone to look good with
AND light you cigarette
Is this what you really want?

I figured out what you're all about
And I don't think I like what I see
SOOOOO...
I HOPE I won't be there
In the end IF you come around.

How long will he last
Before he's a CREEP in the past
And you're alone once again?
Will you pop up AGAIN and be my "SPECIAL FRIEND" 'til the end?
And when will that be?

Behind blue eyes...

No one knows what it's like to be the bad man
To be the sad man behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated, to be fated to telling only lies

But my dreams, they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance that's never free

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings like I do and I blame you!
No one bites back as hard on their anger
None of my pain and woe can show through

But my dreams, they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours only lonely
My love is vengeance, that's never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

And If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
And If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it's like to be the bad man
To be the sad man behind blue eyes